My Will

I believe,
In the lushness of life. In the Sweet
nectar dripping from the Holy Petals
of the Lord's rose. Our malfunctions
and sorrowful mistakes are a prick
from a stems thorn, and our minds
are trowels digging.

When my time upon this Godly Earth's been tried too much, when I cannot take anymore abuse I shall set myself free, and into the woods I'll walk. Alone I'll ramble, to far reaches of eastern forests; virgin timber stands I promise to not deflower! No, for those places I cherish are far too accepting, too welcoming, to shun or make miserable. For those places say to me "Welcome, my son, do not be afraid, into the mountains we elate!" I'll walk miles too far, to fair and lovely creeks to fish and wish I'd never been soured by ugly cities and concrete monstrosities! I'll sit. I'll do nothing at all. Just sit by the creek and let the cedar stained waters of the Great Northland through my veins. Through me it shall surge, warming all the while, and I will do nothing at all by sit, smile and feel like the child I once was. Yes, for it'd been better if my womb was pure like Michigan waters. Born on a crisp mountain morning; my father and mother the Sun and Moon, the stars my siblings and the pine boughs below me sway lullabies. I wake, anew, born again and thank God to be alive and well in His house, His holy woods and I know nothing will ever taint me or cause me to act impure, for I refuse to leave here. No, I shan't return; those I've known will no longer know, they've forgotten me like I forgot them. No longer will they hear from me. I'll live peacefully for my remaining days, content and happy like a child with an honest, pure, smile. I'll never think again of those sickly ties, no, I shan't reminisce. For the life I've known is nothing compared to this.